I'm the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I'll Raise My Littl

Because the imperial capital is not huge, even the noble mansion has an area fixed for each title, and it is certainly large because it is the Duke's house, but it still seems to be a lot smaller than the main mansion of the territory.

Still, the Rottlingens were the grand mansion of White Asia.

I should have been used to seeing a big house in my own house, but I knew it was a refined atmosphere, unlike our countryside, and a real celebrity was amazing.

No, because Roethlingen's first is royalty, is it royalty?

Well, that's fine.

"Phoenix, watch your step."

"Yes, thank you"

Dr. Romanov, who came down earlier, will reach out to me, so I won't hesitate to grab that. Then it kind of takes the form of being escorted, because I'm a kid?

I wonder if it's Versailles or San Susie, the doorman opens the white gate and passes it inside.

He said it was the butler of the Roethlingen family who greeted him, and he was told that the lord and baron of this mansion were waiting in the reception room.

When I thanked him for guiding me that far and opening the door, he seemed slightly surprised.

But the butler of the Duke's house, he doesn't change his expression openly.

When he enters the room, he rises from a candy sofa to a magnificent, gray-haired mixed-brunette man whose word "dandy" suits him well, and a hazelnut haired man who is about the same age this time with a straight face.

"Thank you for having responded to my invitation. I am the Duke of Franz Joseph von Rotlingen, and this is my friend, Jia Jen Hawk (Ok one), and I have him come because he qualifies as a notary."

"Is it the left? Nice to meet you, Count Kikunai.

"Sir Romanoff has told me about you... but I don't think you've just turned six."

"Let me take it as a compliment"

"Oh, of course. Come on, call me."

Shake hands with the Duke of Rotlingen and Mr. Eagles and sit on the couch.

Apparently, Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Eagles knew each other and had a conversation that felt like, "Long time no see," "I've seen you for a while."

I wonder if Eagles comes from nobility or something like that.

If you look indoors, it looks amazingly fine, with watermark carvings, chests, shelves, very expensive.

The desk is so polished, the face of the desk is like a mirror.

When he swallowed the sighs that were about to come out and sat down not to weigh too much on the couch, the door, which the butler should have closed without sound, made quite a loud noise and opened.

"Brother! You must have deposited your testimony from the guild leader!? Please give it back!

It wasn't the cowfrogs that jumped in, it was the plentiful Baron Ballas.

Until then, the eyes of the Duke of Rottlingen, calm, sit sharply.

"Noisy during visitors"

"Ra, you said you were visiting!? One important thing about the Baron Ballas family is that of the Duke of Rottlingen! The Duke's family got hit by the Earl's kid!?

"Do something stupid. Isn't it the beginning of this time that the owner of the Baron Takahita objected with difficulty to the criminal surrender request from the Count Kikunai family and the Adventurer's Guild in the first place? Lord Romanov and Rubinskaya, the son of the Kikunai family and Lord Phoenix Butterfly... No, through Sir Rubinski and Sir Shostakovich, he explained many times, depending on what happened, that there was nowhere to be included in the Rottlingen family."

No, it's what the teachers were doing to me to see how my blood was rising to my head.

I mean, I was an instant boiler, too.

I had to "Ah, I have to contact the Duke's house" until most of the time.

Still, I got the "I think I noticed it pretty early when I was old" point.

Not really, I hope it doesn't stick around.

But don't change your expression openly in the negotiating arena. As I squeeze my lips tight, I notice Mr. Eagles staring at me.

Tilt his little neck with the meaning "Something?" and he was deflected with hazelnut eyes.

"Master Jia Jen, if you have eyes on the habit of staring at a person's face, you can't disobey them."

"Oh, right. I'm sorry."

"No...... was there anything on my face?

"No, I didn't... you mean a man," he said. Kids are hard to tell. "

Well, me, I don't know.

I do find it hard to understand gender when I'm puffy.

But the outfit is cape that resembles butterfly feathers, coat and half pants that resemble the teachers' rib clothes, so my knees are out, and speaking of which, the socks and sock garters stayed on.

In altered seats, aristocratic girls wear Han clothes that are treated in the same way as kimonos in previous life in this country, or hilarious dresses - robes à la Frances.

I don't have a decision not to show my legs, but how much lace I can put on a fuzzy dress and how much embroidery it has in it because it makes it look easy to understand the character of the house.

By the way, the Duke and Mr. Eagles say in their previous lives that Abi a la Frances is a costume set - a large vertical collar coat with sleeves that they say Abi or Justcor, and a waistcoat, Cullot... what the heck, this one looks like a slack... of, finally, a costume that feels reminiscent when they say you're a French nobleman. And thoughtfully embroidered amazing.

No, I don't mind garment rigging.

My brother's voice grows louder and louder at my brother, who seems depressed to bark at me.

Do you know how to make all this noise in front of a customer by putting mud on the Duke's face?

I don't care if the baron sinks into the mud or digs a grave, but I want to go home as soon as Leggles is waiting.

I didn't seem to be the only one who thought so, and Mr. Eagles got up.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not free either. Could you please start talking?"

A grumpy voice stops the baron from twitching. But also for a moment, I turned my bloody eyes towards Mr. Eagles.

But grab that chest barn and the duke stops it.

"This is my guest, no disrespect."

"Gu, yah...... ku, the birds squeeze!?

Anger-stained expressions are powerful and scary when they are aesthetically shaped.

No, more than that, I, the contemptuous gaze of a man, am used to being my father, but luckily I didn't get angry or hit with anger to say anything, so you're a little bad at it.

Neither Dr. Romanoff nor Mr. Viktor are the type to yell at the chef or Mr. Laurent, though on the strong side.

The Duke sighed as he sat with his chest barn grabbed in front of me, a man who was gradually pale because of blocked airways.

"I showed you something ugly, I'm sorry"

"No......"

I've already seen Baron Ballas's ugliness in the Colosseum.

When I shook my head, the baron looked at me and pointed at my finger.

"Why would a child be here?!? You think such a child is a guest!?

The answer to that was Dr. Romanoff, who looked so grumpy.

"It's rude to point a finger at a guest, what kind of duke house do you have in you? Do you want to fry and drink the dirt from my students' nails? Well, he doesn't have any dirt."

You're polished by Lara every day, it's not dirt. Maybe... not, right?

Dr. Romanov's icy gaze on the baron makes him look worse and worse.

In the words of Dr. Romanov now, you must have figured out who I am.

"I am Phoenix, the son of the Kikunai family."

Yes, I'm going to take your butt hairs from now on.